The Tangle la mer

The feline prowled through the trees and bushes, their skeletal claws trying to rake through her fur to snag her skin. She picked her way up and over, under and through the thorns and branches.
Hunting.
She rarely actively hunted but waiting for something to pass her nose had become boring and fruitless. She needed to eat. The woman licked at her lips before yawning. She doubted she'd find much in here. Too dense for her to hunt properly; at least it kept off the weather.

Carelessly, she took a bound forwards to untangle herself from a particularly clingy bush only to have a thorn dig itself into her pad. She feline yowled, leaping upwards before taking a few steps forwards. She hissed quietly, seething and hurt. She lifted her paw to lick at it; the thorn was embedded in her. She licked at it more, trying to stop the throbbing pain to no avail. Again she groaned, annoyed and uncomfortable. She shook her paw wildly in the air in her frustration before licking at it again. Taking no notice to what was around her.

It was just trees after all.